I feel like a bit of a hypocrite. Yesterday I wrote about giving food to a girl who was panhandling, but I didn't write about how when I first saw her, I pulled up a little past her so I didn't have to look at her, or more importantly, have her look at me. You see, I didn't have any intentions of helping her, in fact, the first thing that came to my mind was "I wonder what she's strung out on". But something happened to me between turning at the light, and going into the store. The Holy Spirit convicted me! In less than thirty seconds, He turned my hard heart into what it should be; an obedient heart. He reminded me of my own words, spoken just a few short moments prior, and it convicted me. I hate the fact that my flesh wants to do everything for me, and nothing for my fellow man. I hate that any goodness or kindness in me isn't natural but has to be coerced out of me.
Romans 7:15 For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.
Yep, that's me, in a nutshell. I thank God daily for the Grace of Jesus. That He was willing to take my sin, my unholiness upon Himself and pay the penalty that I deserve to pay. That He freely gave this gift, asking for no payment but giving daily out of His abundance.
I hope and pray that He will continue to change me and make me more like Him.
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